Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Holy F*******!

I'm sorry.  I just had to post this photo right away.  Going into my Favourites folder along with the tied up man among the velvet pillows that I posted a couple of weeks ago ...


Can I just say - Gah!

Friday, September 23, 2011

How Much is Too Much?

I'm talking about sex, in an erotic romance novel.

I recently had someone on Goodreads criticize EXPOSURE for containing too many sex scenes.  There are alot of sex scenes in this book.  Because the story is about two men who have an initial powerful attraction and follow it through several encounters as they become closer and overcome challenges.  The reason I write in this genre is so that I can write about sex in all its variety in a graphic and titillating way.  Of course, I also want to portray my characters as realistically as I can.

I just completed content edits of The Crush, and there is just as much sex in this novella as in EXPOSURE.

I love the quote that MLR Press owner, Laura Baumbach, has on our Authors/Editors Yahoo Group:  "Erotica - literature intended to arouse."

Yep.  There it is.  Now, that's not to say that too much sex in a story might leave some readers unsatisfied.  I do want my stories to be based in realism.  But, when relationships begin, there usually is a fair bit of sex involved, where two people become closer and closer in a physical way at the same time revealing other, more important, parts of their personality during non-sexual moments.

I am really fascinated by the sexual dynamic.  That is, by the way getting naked and physically intimate exposes the real person in most situations.  Now, sure, sex can be a merely physical connection between two people.  But when two (or more) people connect emotionally and physically in an intimate situation, it enhances the responses and pleasure of the people involved.

Look, the fact is, I'm apparently very good at writing sex scenes.  I really enjoy it and I believe that the way two people relate in bed is very indicative of the strength of their overall relationship.  So, when you pick up one of my books, know that it will be heavy on the sex.  Hopefully, I've infused these scenes with enough emotional impact and revelation to keep them interesting and to keep the overall relationship between the characters moving forward.

I guess maybe it's a holdover from when I was younger and would skip the boring bits in a novel to get to the sex scenes.  That's what I wanted to read, and that's what I like to write :)

Monday, September 19, 2011

Excerpt from EXPOSURE

Here's another little excerpt from Exposure:



When I reached my bedroom I saw Jeremy sprawled out on my bed, still dressed and with his boots onhe knew how much I got off on those boots. His hands were behind his head and one leg was bent. He regarded me with a hooded gaze and a lazy grin.

“Shit…” I whispered, putting my gear down and quickly setting everything up. “Don’t fucking move.”

“Okay,” he said. “I love watching you work. You’re so good at what you do.”

I shrugged. “It’s not rocket science.”

“It’s sexy.”

“You’re sexy, Jeremy. I could come just looking at you.”

“Jesus, how long is this going to take?” He rubbed his hand against the bulge in his pants.

“It’ll take as long as it takes. I told you not to move.”

He raised an eyebrow at me and put his hand back behind his head, his grin getting bigger. “Yes, sir.”

The side of my mouth quirked up and I finished with the camera. I put the light beside the bed and adjusted it. He watched me but stayed in position.

“Perfect,” I said.

I went back to the camera and made a few adjustments. Then I started shooting.

Jesus Christ. He is so goddamn beautiful. The brown leather pants clung to his long legs and showcased his lean musculature. His black cotton long-sleeved tee did the same for his chest, flat belly, and long arms.

“Oh, yes…these are going to be amazing,” I murmured, my cock getting harder in my jeans. “Why don’t you roll over onto your stomach?”

“Good idea. My ass looks great in these pants,he said coyly, doing as I instructed.

I almost groaned at the sight of him laid out before me. His ass looked fucking amazing. I took picture after picture and he started moving around in front of me. He reached his arms out before him and arched his back, like a jungle cat stretching. Then he looked over his shoulder, igniting an inferno within me, but I kept shooting. My breathing came harsh and quick.  I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep from touching him.

Then he slowly turned around so that he faced me on all fours. He stared at me with the most intense, heated look as he rose up on his knees and rubbed his hand against the huge hard bulge of his erect cock.

I did groan then and I stopped taking pictures. I let go of the bulb and moved forward onto the bed until I was on my knees before him.  I grabbed his shoulders as our mouths came together hungrily.

His hands cupped my ass and pressed my groin against his own. He moaned into my mouth and I ran my fingers through his soft, messy hair as I groaned and trembled against him. He pulled his mouth away for a moment. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah…I just…I missed you.”

“Undress me,” he said.

I stared at this beautiful man asking me to undress him and my heart swelled as much as my cock. My hands came down from his head and slid under his shirt, caressing the smooth skin there before grabbing the hem.

“Lift your arms up.”

He did so. I peeled his black shirt up over his head and threw it onto the floor. My eyes raked over his naked chest, my fingers reaching up to touch one puckered nipple, my mouth finding his again. We kissed slowly this time, deeply, and it was so hot, like he was sucking my entire soul out of me and into him. I gave myself completely to what I felt for him, worrying about nothing except how long it would take to get him out of his jeans. I needed to be closer. I needed to be inside him.

My fingers found his buttons and wrenched them open. He laughed and helped me push his pants down, his cock bursting free and whacking against my jeans. I felt his hands on my shirt, unbuttoning it.  I undid my jeans and pushed them down, laughing with him and kissing him desperately. He pushed my shirt back off my shoulders and let it fall to the bed.

“Oh my God…” he gasped. I could hear the tremor in his voice. His hands were everywhere.  I clutched his hips, moaning into his mouth, unsure what to do first.

His hand came down between us and wrapped around both our cocks, holding them together and sliding his against mine slowly. It felt incredible.

“Oh, yeah…shit…” I groaned.

“Jesus, I can’t wait till I can fuck you…” he murmured. I made a noise in my throat. “Until then, well, we’ll just have to make do with having your cock in my ass.”

“Oh…fuck…” I could barely breathe, so busy kissing his lips, his chin, his neck, then his lips again. My kisses were frenzied and needy. I wanted this so badly.

“You want to fuck me, baby?”

“Yeah, oh God, Jeremy…please…please…”

He chuckled at my desperation and let go of our cocks, pushing me over and pulling my pants off the rest of the way before getting rid of his boots and jeans. I lay there watching him and rubbing myself until he lay down and pulled me on top of him. “Where’s the lube?” he whispered.

I reached over to my bedside table, pulling open the drawer and grabbing the lube and a condom.

I made love to him then, face to face, sliding into him and watching his expression. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. As I rocked against him and touched him deep inside, he watched me with eyes that widened and then closed according to my gentle movements. The noises he made as I fucked him were killing me.  I was already close to coming.

Suddenly he moaned and gasped, “I love you.” I felt him spasm beneath me; hot wetness oozing between us as he came. It sent me over the edge. I made a noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan as I pulsed inside him.  I found his mouth with mine and poured all of my love into him. He was mine now and I wasn’t letting go.

~ EXPOSURE is available at Amazon.com and MLR Press.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Small Town Girl in the Big City

There are entirely too many good looking men in Toronto.  Holy crap!  Every time I looked up from my seat on the streetcar, another gorgeous man was getting on.  And walking along Yonge Street, especially on Saturday night, Holy Jeeze, my ovaries were in a tailspin.

I had a great time.  My husband and I stayed at a small hotel in The Beaches.  It was quite a bit quieter than downtown - I actually heard birds chirping when I woke up!  And just one streetcar ride to downtown.  I love the sound of the streetcars.  I spent four weeks in Toronto in my late twenties, running away from the ending of a bad relationship back in Ottawa, considering a permanent move to the big city.  I stayed with some friends, got a part-time retail job within a couple of weeks, and could have stayed.  But I kind of had a love hate relationship with Toronto then.  I was living smack downtown on Queen Street West, in a cool apartment on top of a dress shop.  It was very, very busy and exciting.  For the first couple of weeks I totally loved it.  Then I started missing parks and trees and creeks and rivers; the greenspace that is so plentiful in Ottawa.  There were so many people in Toronto.  It made me feel quite insignificant most of the time.  And there was the matter of a certain fellow back in Ottawa, named Greg, who had given me such a nice, warm hug goodbye and made me think of him for the first time as perhaps more than my brother's best friend.

I ended up returning to Ottawa.  Greg and I eventually got together, got married, and had two kids.  We lead a wonderful, calm, relaxing life.  But, man, was it fun to visit Toronto this past weekend.  I could have stayed a week.  I miss it already.

We chanced upon the movie premiere of The Breakaway while we were killing time on Yonge Street before surprising my brother, Neil, at his 40th birthday party at the Imperial Pub.  There were Bollywood dancers, a live elephant all decked out with a rider on its back, and the stars in fancy rickshaws.  The hero arrived on a prancing stallion.  You don't see that in Ottawa.

On Sunday, we met Neil and his wife, Devi, for brunch at Shanghai Cowgirl on Queen Street West, then went on a tour of some of the sex shops, to leave my business cards and promotional postcards.  Come as You Are on Queen Street, The Stag Shop and Northbound Leather on Yonge, and Out On the Street in the gay village.  Devi, a native Torontonian, drove through the crowded streets with evident skill to get us around.  She had to have her car nearby, since she is a practicing midwife and on call this week.  Luckily, her pregnant clients refrained from having their babies on Sunday :P.

Northbound Leather on Yonge Street was the highlight of the tour for me.  Anyone who knows me, knows I'm a big fan of leather.  When we walked in, the smell of clean, high quality leather assailed us.  It was lovely.  I can't even begin to list the items of clothes that were available, not to mention fetish items such as hoods and masks, puppy paws and harnesses, you get the idea.  Plus, interspersed among the leather items were beautiful glass-covered display cases containing high quality sex toys made of stainless steel or leather.  I was in heaven, even though I couldn't really afford 95% of the stuff.

I went up to the desk, where a very cute gay man with a nose stud and fauxhawk was standing, and asked if I could leave my cards.  I showed him the postcard and he looked interested.  He seemed very surprised that I was writing m/m romance but he was very enthusiastic about displaying the cards.  Devi tried on some puppy paws and Neil bought a pair of boots that were on sale.  Greg had a great time looking at the leather kilts and jackets and checking out the bustiers.

While they were busy, I motioned Fauxhawk Boy over to ask him some questions about the items that were on display in one of the cases.  He was such a sweetheart and opened the case up so I could have a closer look.  I asked him questions to get a better idea about the use of some of them, and he was very open and forthcoming.  Not to mention cute as fuck.  If Richard and Morgan had been there it would have been a delectable trifecta of homosexual goodness.  I wishe I had asked for his name :(

I ended up buying a rubber/aluminum wrist cuff and then Greg tried on a Leatherman hat and holy shitfuck, did I want him to buy that thing.  But it was pretty expensive and I knew he wouldn't spend the money, even if it almost gave me an orgasm when he put it on and looked at me with those sweet brown eyes.

So we left and went to the gay village.  I got a rainbow necklace and we bought some lube called 'Fuck Water' just because of its name.  We had a few beers on a patio, watching the eye candy and enjoying the beautiful weather.  I was in Heaven.  I made sure to leave some postcards and business cards on the table when we left.

The next morning, Greg surprised me by wanting to stow our bag at the train station and go back to Northbound Leather to get the hat that I'd liked so much.  When we got there, I saw cute-as-fuck Fauxhawk Boy inside.  The door was locked so I knocked (it was 10:10 and they were supposed to be open).  He recognized me and when he opened the door for us he said "Hi, beautiful!" (to me, not Greg).  It was a lovely start to my day.  Greg tried the hat on again, making me swear again, and bought it.  I shook Fauxhawk Boy's hand and thanked him for helping us out so much.  WHY didn't I find out his name?  I can be so shy about the dumbest things.

Anyway, we had such a fun time in Toronto I can't wait to go back.  Maybe in the spring or for my birthday I'll go down by myself like I used to do every year in my twenties, to visit Neil.  Hopefully, I can see a drag show and perhaps I'll save my pennies for something nice at Northbound Leather.  Hopefully Fauxhawk Boy will still be working there and I can get his name this time ;)  Then, at least, I can rave about him on my blog with proper decorum.

Here is a hat similar to the one Greg bought and, man, does my body do crazy things when he puts it on!



Thursday, September 8, 2011

Coming Soon!

A while back I featured a post called Diversity and Why it Scares Us, about my experience seeing a person in a dog costume at the Pride Parade.  Well, my husband, whom I always tease about the fact that he seems to know just about everybody, came home from work and said this guy at work was telling the ladies that he was in the paper.  They pulled photos from the Pride Parade up and he pointed at the 'dog person' and said "That's me!".  I almost fell off my chair when he told me.

Anyway, his name is Karl and he has graciously agreed to be interviewed for this blog.  I'm so excited to get an inside look at such a fascinating subject.  Watch for the interview sometime next week.

In the meantime, enjoy these lovely photos:



Thursday, September 1, 2011

Excerpt - The Crush


“I’ll get that drink for you.”

While he was gone I looked over his music collection. He seemed to have very eclectic tastes; classical and jazz, some country and western and folk, soft rock and a smattering of alternative titles. I turned on the CD player to see what he was listening to. I soon recognized Branford Marsalis’ beautiful saxophone playing. I took a seat on the brown leather sofa as Michael prepared my drink in the nearby kitchen. When our eyes met I stroked the front of my jeans again to torment him.

“Stop it.”

“Make me.” I challenged.

He brought my drink over. “Well, it would be nice to have an actual conversation with you.”

“What makes you think so?” I downed half the glass right away.

He smiled. “You seem like a very interesting person.”

I shrugged. “Right now, I’m a very horny person, Michael.”

“Okay, Jack. No talking, just fucking… or whatever?”

I nodded. It was so hot to hear him talk like that, like me. “Say that again.” I murmured, gulping the rest of my drink and resting the glass on the side table.

“Say what? Fucking?”

“Yeah, that…”

He leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear. “Fucking.”

Goosebumps raised on my neck. I shivered.

“…is that all you want, for now?”

I grabbed his hair and pulled his face to mine, kissing him hungrily and desperately. It was like the kiss in the men’s room but better. I felt my will to remain distant dissolving in the heat from his mouth. His warm, wet lips and soft velvet tongue made me crazy. No, no, this is just sex, that’s all. I’m not going to let myself get attached. I tore my mouth away and whispered in his ear. “Please let me suck your cock.”

He moaned and nodded. “Not here.” He took my hand and pulled me up. What is it with him and holding my hand? “Come on.”

I let him lead me down a narrow hall and into his bedroom. He flicked on a lamp. Just as nicely decorated as the rest of the apartment, the furnishings held a masculine flavor. The d├ęcor consisted of dark wood and strong colors—reds and oranges mostly. The huge bed sat between two curtained windows, its ornate posters of carved mahogany giving a stately air to the room.

“Jesus, Michael, you could have an orgy on that bed.”

He laughed. “Who says I haven’t?”

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he said quietly.

I stared at him, trying to figure out if he was bluffing. “Seriously, Michael?”

He laughed and shook his head. “Okay, you’ve got me. No orgies. But I have been handcuffed to the bed.”

“Fuck off.” I immediately pictured it and my dick got even harder. “By who?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Do you still have the cuffs?” I asked.

He shook his head and backed up a step. “I don’t do that stuff with someone I don’t know.”

“Oh,” I nodded. “That’s a shame.” I got up onto his bed and lay back against the silk pillows. It really put my own Ikea bed to shame. I put my hands behind my head. “So…do I get to suck your cock?”

He shook his head. “I don’t want you to suck my cock.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“I, yeah, I just don’t believe anyone’s ever said that to me before.”

He sat down on the bed.

I looked at him. His blue eyes held desire and licentious intent. The prodigious evidence of his arousal strained boldly against the denim of his jeans. I didn’t understand. “Do you want me to do something else?”

He nodded, crawling on the bed toward me. “I want you to let me suck you.” My dick throbbed in response.

“You do?” I said, my voice suddenly shaky.

He hovered over me, his face near my crotch. He looked down at the place where my cock strained against the fabric of my jeans. “Oh, Jack…more than anything.” His voice held a tremor as well.

I hadn’t planned this. I had planned to be in control tonight. I had planned to seduce, not be seduced. But looking at him there, asking me to let him blow me, was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I nodded weakly. “Okay…”

He smiled and his breathing picked up. He reached for my belt.